I seek a form that my style cannot discover, a bud of thought that wants to be a rose. - Rubén Darío

Pity for him who one day looks upon
his inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost.

Dichoso el árbol, que es apenas sensitivo, y más la piedra dura porque esa ya no siente, pues no hay dolor más grande que el dolor de ser vivo, ni mayor pesadumbre que la vida consciente.

Blessed is the almost insensitive tree,
more blessed is the hard stone that doesn't feel,
for no pain is greater than the pain of being alive,
and no sorrow more intense than conscious life.